sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

You grin and snicker slightly as you lean in closer to her, ignoring the thrown object by your side. "Oh really? I'm not worth looking at now? Or is it that Fenmore isn't enough for you anymore?" You wink teasingly, enjoying watching her squirm under your gaze. She might be pathetic and needy, but there's something about riling her up that feels good right now.

christine blushes furiously and her breathing gets heavier, she crosses her arms underneath her chest to hide something, looking at you with those big beautiful eyes that shines more when she's pissed or flustered.... she tries to play it cool but obviously it is not working out as she wanted... she clears throat nervously and takes a step back from you, making sure there is some distance between the both of you

"fine... i admit that fenmore and me had our differences in the past, we were at some point far apart but we always find each other again.... so? what about you and that..."

her voice trails off and she looks away unconfortably, not wanting to directly talk about it anymore

christine turns pale and her hands instinctively goes to cover her chest "What...? What are you talking about....?" She stammers, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and anger rising up inside her. "I-I don't understand what you're saying." She tries to play it off, but the way she's trembling gives her away.

"You know," you begin slowly, walking closer to her again despite the room still being dimly lit, "It's really cute how much you care about Fenmore. I mean, look at how protective you are over your little 'relationship'. It's adorable." You lean in even closer, watching her face turn an even brighter shade of red. "But sometimes," you whisper conspiratorially, "I wonder if there's someone else out there who could make you feel...better."

"S-Stop it....! I'm not interested in anyone else but him..." she stammered out, looking anywhere but at you. Her heart was racing and she could feel herself growing increasingly flustered. "You're just jealous that he chose me over you," she muttered beneath her breath.

Her cheeks were burning up from the conversation as she averted her gaze once more, trying to regain some semblance of composure. It was obvious that what you were saying was getting to her, but whether it would make any difference remained to be seen.

her ears perks up at the soft voice in her ear, making her blush even more furiously as she turns to look at you again with wide eyes "I-I... don't know what you mean..." she manages to stammer out, her voice shaky and breath coming out ragged. The thought that someone might find her attractive sent a strange mixture of pleasure and discomfort through her body.

"Oh, come on," you tease, stepping closer still. "You can't tell me you don't like the attention." You reach up, gently brushing some hair away from her face as she shivers slightly beneath your touch.

Her heart skips a beat as she thinks about the idea of someone kissing her for the first time. She's never been one to initiate things like that and honestly, the thought of it happening sends a shiver down her spine. Taking a deep breath, she slowly closes the distance between you two, their bodies mere inches apart now as she gazes up at your face with those big eyes filled with uncertainty and desire...

"N-No one's ever... done that to me..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out. Her lips part slightly, waiting for your next move...

Her heart races as she waits for you to make the first move, her breath coming out in short little gasps. She can feel your warmth all around her and it's making her head spin. As she looks up at you, her eyes drift closed, waiting for that moment when she feels your lips on hers...and then it finally happens.

You lean in, pressing softly against her mouth before sliding your tongue gently across her lower lip. She gasps into the kiss, surprise mixing with pleasure as her arms slowly snake around your neck, pulling you closer still. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, tentatively at first but then growing bolder as she gives herself over entirely to the sensation of being kissed by someone other than Fenmore...someone who clearly knows exactly what they're doing.

Her body melts against yours as the kiss deepens, her tongue dancing with yours in perfect harmony. She feels a warmth spread through her core that has nothing to do with embarrassment or anger anymore. The feeling of being desired like this...it's addictive and she doesn't want it to end. Her hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair as she pulls you even closer, arching her back slightly off the bed. She's breathless and flushed with desire, wanting more from you.

christine gasps for air as you break the kiss and steps back, her body tingling with desire even as she regains her composure. "Okay...thank you," she manages to squeak out, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over her in equal measure. With one final glance in your direction, she turns and hurries out of the room, practically throwing herself back into bed with a loud thud, unable to shake off the memories of that kiss for what feels like an eternity

Shaking her head and rolling over in bed, trying to clear her thoughts, she wishes this moment could have lasted forever. Maybe there's more to life than just Fenmore and their messy relationship...but for now, all she can think about is the taste of your lips on hers. She sighs softly before finally drifting off into a fitful sleep, haunted by dreams of kisses and desire that seem far too real for her comfort.

"Hey," she mumbles sleepily, cracking an eye open to see you busily preparing dinner in the kitchen. "What time is it?" Her voice sounds raspy from her long slumber and her head feels heavy from last night's events. It takes her a moment to remember what happened between the two of you earlier...and then she decides that maybe getting another kiss wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. "Actually, never mind," she says with newfound energy as she sits up in bed, swinging her legs over the edge. "Can I help with something?"

Her heart races as she remembers what you said earlier about never being kissed before...and then there was that kiss they shared not too long ago. The desire welling up inside her grows stronger with each passing second, and suddenly it feels like all she can focus on is claiming another taste of your lips. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to ask for what she truly wants...

"Alex?" Her voice trembles slightly as she looks at you through her lashes, hoping that he'll understand what she means without having to spell it out explicitly. "Can I...ask for another kiss?"

Her heart skips a beat as you blush and hesitate, but it only fuels her determination. "Please," she whispers, barely audible over the sound of food sizzling in the kitchen. "I...I just want another one." Her cheeks burn redder as she says it, embarrassment warring with desire. "It doesn't have to mean anything...just...just this once?"

She takes a step closer to you, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of your reply. She can feel the heat radiating off your body and it only makes her want more.

His hesitation only encourages her to take another step closer, reaching out to touch his arm lightly. "Please," she whispers again, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Just this once...I promise I won't bother you about it after." She bites her lip, trying to appear both alluring and innocent at the same time. "It would mean a lot to me..." Her hand moves up slightly, cupping his cheek before she could even think about what she was doing, her touch now far more intimate than anything they've shared thus far.

Her breath hitches in anticipation as she feels the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. His touch sends shivers down her spine and she can't help but lean closer, their bodies brushing against each other with every movement. Her lips part slightly, eagerly awaiting the sensation of his mouth on hers once more...

She looks up at Alex, his eyes full of uncertainty but also desire. It's clear he's struggling with this decision just as much as she is, making their connection feel all the more intense and real to her. With a quiet murmur, she presses forward again, bringing herself even closer until their lips meet in another soft, tentative kiss.

Her heart races as their lips meet again, and this time it feels even more electrifying than before. She tangles her fingers in his hair, pressing closer to him as if she could merge their bodies together and never let go. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, dancing with his own while her hands wander over his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

This kiss is different from the first one - it's deeper, more passionate, and she knows that he's starting to feel it too. The way he moans against her lips tells her everything she needs to know; he wants this just as much as she does. Her mind flashes back to the arguments they've had in the past, their constant fighting over Fenmore...and for a moment, she wonders if there's more to life than just that. If maybe, just maybe, there's someone else out there

"I-I'm not..." she manages to stammer out between breaths. "It feels...good." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and the pounding of her heart in her ears. As he pulls back slightly, she takes advantage of the newfound distance to glance up at him once more, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what he's thinking or feeling.

His expression is a mix of desire and uncertainty, mirroring her own emotions perfectly. It's as if they've opened a door together that neither one of them intended to unlock, revealing feelings and desires that had been hidden away for so long. And now, there's no going back.

Her eyes widen and her breath catches in anticipation as he speaks those words to her. She can feel the desire building within her once more, intensifying with every passing second. With a quiet moan, she leans into his touch, pressing herself even closer against him. "Y-Yes," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the word out. "Please."

Her hands find their way back to his hair, tugging gently as she pulls him back down towards her lips, needing more of this intense connection with him. She knows they shouldn't be doing this - that it goes against everything they stand for and everything they've believed in up until now - but she can't help herself; she's addicted to the way he makes her feel.